Professor, your turtle!

The second time I passed by the "garden", perhaps because of the warm incubator in his arms, Ji Fan was not so afraid of the weird scene in front of him.

— After all, it was just an abandoned garden that lost its owner.

In the frozen and apocalyptic garden, he hugged the egg tightly in his arms, while the other hand was firmly held by the man walking in front.

The thick alloy door closed abruptly, isolating the severe cold behind them, and the two returned to the warm atrium.

The first thing to do is to charge the incubator.

With the power consumption, the breathing lights getting dimmer, and the thermostat system slowly failing, there is not much time left for them.

Fu Mingyuan moved quickly. He got a long power strip from nowhere, and successfully powered up the small box on the table in two or three strokes.

The indicator light instantly brightened.

Placed on a table, it can even serve as indoor lighting.

Ji Fan stared at the egg for a while, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Somehow, even though it was just a round egg now, he could already imagine the little penguin with fluff inside.

"The breaking of the shell will take about two days." Fu Mingyuan said suddenly.

Ji Fan tilted his head in confusion, and then he continued to explain: "The hatching period of emperor penguins is about two months. The last growth date recorded on the label was 35 days, and these incubators were hastily abandoned, probably one A month ago."

35 days plus one month, almost exactly 60 days, Ji Fan counted the days and felt that what the other party said was reasonable.

Fu Mingyuan also moved closer to him, looking down at the egg with a thoughtful expression.

The two were head to head, very close, and Ji Fan could clearly feel each other's burning breath.He looked up calmly, but saw Fu Mingyuan frowned slightly.

What's going on here?

Fu Mingyuan pursed his lips and said, "Do you still remember... I told you about the breeding season?"

Ji Fan was taken aback, and quickly recalled.

Yes, Fu Mingyuan has long mentioned that animals behave abnormally.Emperor penguins usually go to the breeding grounds in March and April, and give birth in time for a safe winter, but this year, they did not come to the breeding grounds as scheduled.

It stands to reason that normal penguin eggs should be born in May and June, but this egg...

If their deduction is correct, the egg should have been born in February.

The breeding season has been advanced by three full months. Is this also a manifestation of abnormal behavior?

"It's unlikely," Fu Mingyuan vetoed this idea, "I don't specialize in this area, but I have talked with other experts in the team. In extreme weather, animals may indeed stop sexual behavior or abandon their cubs, but in advance Courtship...it happens so rarely, it's just so freaking out."

Moreover, this egg is not the only exception. There are more than a dozen penguin eggs that are exactly like it and born prematurely in the laboratory.

Different breeds, different families, dozens of solitary eggs, is it the abnormal timing of large-scale reproduction caused by extreme weather, or are there other reasons behind it, and it may even be the result of artificial interference?

Ji Fan thought about it, and couldn't figure it out, his whole face was wrinkled.

However, with the scientific research station empty, their questions were destined to be unanswered.

After a moment of silence, Fu Mingyuan came to his senses first, and couldn't help pinching Ji Fan's cheek: "Don't think about it, let's rest first. I will do the investigation tomorrow, maybe there are other files in the laboratory."

The sky was still gray, and it was hard to tell whether it was early morning or dusk, but the hour hand had already pointed to midnight.

From morning to night, once the tense spirit relaxes, the drowsiness can no longer be resisted, and it will come to the top of my head in bursts.

However, Mikhail's room was too messy, especially after the hard red cabbage soup was thawed, it gave off an indescribable stench, making it completely uninhabitable.

They turned their heads and searched the other rooms, most of which were full of personal belongings, only the other dormitory opposite the door looked relatively tidy.

Ji Fan walked in with his sleeping bag in his arms. The room was empty. The quilt was folded into the shape of tofu cubes. The reference books on the bookshelves were arranged according to their heights. On the table were only mugs and toothbrushes. .

The whole dormitory is unpopular, typical military style.

At this moment, he heard Fu Mingyuan laugh softly behind his back.

"What a coincidence." Fu Mingyuan flexed his index finger and knocked on the door plate. "This is Andre's room."

A trace of doubt flashed in Ji Fan's mind. Andre and Mikhail...haven't they been communicating with each other?

However, since they all lived in the same scientific research station, why did they write letters?

This confusion only existed for a moment, because he was so sleepy, his brain seemed to be stuffed with paste, and he didn't bother to move.

Yawning and spreading the sleeping bag, Ji Fan took off his coat and got in.

When he was lying down, Fu Mingyuan held up the flashlight to check around, and after confirming that it was correct, he also walked to him with his sleeping bag and lay down.

The blackout curtains were tightly fitted, and in the darkness, Ji Fan opened his eyes and blinked lightly.

He originally thought that he was so sleepy that he could fall asleep even standing up, but now that he was lying down, he became sober.

Even breathing came from the ear, Ji Fan tilted his head to look, and there was a blurred outline of a man's side face in the darkness, with a full forehead, a high nose bridge, a smooth and graceful jaw curve, and his eyes were not clear, but he was certainly good-looking ...

"Look at what?"

While looking furtively, Fu Mingyuan suddenly made a noise, which startled him.Fortunately, it was night, Ji Fan tried his hot cheeks with the back of his hand, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Can't sleep?" Fu Mingyuan said lightly.

Ji Fan then stretched out his hand and drew a tick on him through the quilt.

"Don't fool around."

His hand was seized immediately, and he stuffed it back into the sleeping bag without refusal.Fu Mingyuan propped up half of his body, and said seriously: "Hands are so cold, do you want to catch a cold?"

Ji Fan huddled obediently in his sleeping bag, blinking at his shadow, wondering if he could see it.

Seeing that he was quite well-behaved, Fu Mingyuan didn't say anything, and just lay back.

The room was quiet for a while, and suddenly, the sound of rustling sounded again.

When Fu Mingyuan tilted his head, he found a person squatting next to his head.

The man hugged the pillow, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the mouth of his sleeping bag. He paused for a moment, and then gently tugged as if he had made up his mind.

In the darkness, Fu Mingyuan's eyes widened in disbelief: "You..."

Ji Fan's face was blushing, and his neck felt hot, but no one could see him anyway, so he just went all out, with a little more force, and pulled the zipper of the sleeping bag completely open.

Fu Mingyuan's sleeping bag is very spacious, more than enough to sleep two people.

The zipper was ripped open, Ji Fan's intention was very obvious.

This is tantamount to a pie in the sky, Fu Mingyuan was dazed by the sudden happiness, and said in a hoarse voice, "You want to..."

"Well, talk." Ji Fan lowered his head and wrote slowly in his palm.

——You are not allowed to stretch your hands out of your sleeping bag to write, then lie down and chat together.

What a genius of logic.Fu Mingyuan hit the right side, his heart trembled with joy, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Just as he was hesitating how to behave so as not to appear too impatient, Fu Mingyuan suddenly felt his hand being pulled away like a fish swimming. Then, the squatting figure shivered and sneezed a little.

The room temperature was not too high, and Ji Fan was only wearing thermal underwear, so he would definitely catch a cold if he stayed for a long time.

Now, Fu Mingyuan couldn't care about anything else, he lifted the sleeping bag, and dragged the person in straight away.

Hugging him tightly in his arms, he could still feel the cold air remaining on his body. Gradually, the cotton cloth revealed warmth, and the tense muscles on his waist also relaxed. The hand felt soft, like holding a A lazy cat.

Ji Fan grabbed his arm to write, and the two of them chatted one after another.

In the warm quilt, one is getting more and more sleepy while chatting, while the other is getting more and more awake.

Finally, Ji Fan yawned and protested dissatisfiedly: "By the way, the story you promised hasn't been told yet."

"What story?" Fu Mingyuan was stunned for a moment, "The little prince and the fox? That's already finished. They lived happily together and never separated again."

Ji Fan shook his head: "It's not this one, it's Andre and Misha."

"Oh..." Fu Mingyuan paused for a moment, "What do you want to hear, starting with their letters?"

"Whatever." Ji Fan moved a bit, changed to a more comfortable position and nestled in Fu Mingyuan's arms, and secretly wrapped his arms around Fu Mingyuan's waist.

"Let me think about it." Fu Mingyuan relaxed his body, looked at the dark ceiling, and said slowly, "The first letter is from Siberia. Dear Misha, hello... I am writing this letter at the border post, Outside the fortress, there has been a blizzard that has lasted for two weeks, but I believe that the place where you are will only be colder than here..."

His memory is very good, and the letters that he has only read once come to mind very clearly.

In the dark night, Ji Fan's wide-open eyes slowly closed as he read the letter in an orderly manner with a deep and magnetic voice.

Ji Fan listened quietly with his eyes closed, as if he saw the snow in Siberia that never melted all year round.

In the whistling wind and snow, a young man with ice-blue eyes wrapped in a long black wool coat walked across the empty square to the mailbox standing quietly.

"...I enclose a white rose with the letter, I hope it can express my heart that I can't describe in detail. Sincerely, Andre." After Fu Mingyuan finished the last sentence softly, it was no surprise that the person in his arms had fallen asleep .

It was like this every time, he was the one who clamored to listen, and he was also the one who fell asleep first.Fu Mingyuan raised the corners of his lips, itching a little, and raised his hand to pinch his slightly pouted mouth in a vicious manner.

Ji Fan whimpered uncomfortably in his sleep, but he had no intention of avoiding it at all. On the contrary, he leaned closer and stuck his whole body on Fu Mingyuan's body, rubbing it back and forth like a sticky dog. puppies.

Five minutes later, Professor Fu, who was completely insomnia, stared at the ceiling, his whole body was stiff - he finally understood what it meant to be self-inflicted.

The sleeping bag has a good insulation effect, and there are two people lying down, the bed is very warm all night, and it feels as comfortable as returning to a distant home.

However, no matter how much they coveted the bed, the two were awakened by the ruthless alarm.

Ji Fan opened his eyes in a daze, feeling that the person beside him had let go of him and was carefully moving out little by little.

He turned over subconsciously, hugged the warm "pillow" he was trying to escape tightly, buried his head in it, and wanted to sleep for a while.

The moment he was hugged, "Pillow Lord" froze.

Ji Fan maintained his posture and lay down for a few seconds, then gradually returned to his senses, and realized that something seemed wrong.

There seems to be something poked in the bed...

Glancing down suspiciously, he immediately reacted, and in the next second, his whole body was burning red.

Fu Mingyuan: "...can you let go?"

Ji Fan raised his eyes to look at him ignorantly, his head was still a little confused, and he was caught off guard by the other party's hidden scorching gaze.

As if he had just woken up from a dream, as if he had been scalded, he jerked his arm back, wrapped his clothes tightly and rolled to the other side of the sleeping bag, pretending that he was asleep again.

Seeing him curled up trying to cover up, trying to wrap himself into a shrimp, Fu Mingyuan smiled helplessly, rubbed his hair, got up and left the room.

If it weren't for the fact that there are still many investigation tasks today, he wouldn't mind teasing his little pet at all - who asked this guy to deliver food to his door last night?It also caused him insomnia for most of the night.

"However, don't push it too fast..." Fu Mingyuan thought, turned on the cold water, and forced himself to calm down—if the little pet turns into a turtle and can't survive, wouldn't he be the one who will suffer?

Alas, if only the real body of the little tortoise can be caught, so that he can never change back.

"No matter what," Fu Mingyuan wiped off the drops of water on his face, and thought to himself, "you have to get out of here as soon as possible."